I haven’t even seen The Artist, but I think I’m in love with Jean Durjadin. He looks like he’s straight out of the fucking 50’s. His face and body type is similar to how men were built back them. GAHD DAMN
Still wheezing from basketball tonight. Who knew intramural basketball would be competitive? At least I scored a few baskets. And for now I am shunning myself from here for a while so I can write an essay and bang out some fucking homework.
changed my url: notembarrassing to Bearcubb, also new tumblr title.
I’m really anxious. I’m anxious about thinking. I’m anxious about what I want to do. I am most anxious for feelings. Someone asked me yesterday, “Have you ever felt, or had anyone feel a certain way towards you or tell you they liked you” And then the conversation ended. Sorry. What can I do? It’s a no. And everyday I am totally an utterly aware about how good I...
sometimes I just feel like ‘ugh god’ just ugh, god.
Cbat by Hudson Mohawk This is the single song to...
wechosethek1ng: ..last night
last night was great. Details to come.
i feel like once i lay down, my eyes are going to melt awayyyy
hey so I need someone to suggest some new songs to learn on my ukulele please
OKAY YEA REAL QUICK IM WATCHING PARKS AND REC AND SPOILER BEN JUST PUNCHED THE JERK IN THE FACE AND BEN KEPT SAYING “sorry.sorry.sorry.sorry” UNTIL LESLIE KISSED HIM. it was LITERALLY the best thing, and he’s just so damn fucking cute.
I have decided that if there was a movie about my life, I want Aubrey Plaza to play me.
im fucking getting off tumblr and reading
After reading personal essays for my english class, I’ve come to realize that I am extremely drawn to the word ‘lovely’ and/or ‘loveliest’. Sometimes, it’s the perfect way to describe someone or something.
goaskabbby: nyquill-: In a relationship with a bag of Doritos. and Ginger ale